Brix

The caseworker is gone, the waiver is signed, and your spare room door has been slammed shut for twenty minutes. Then it bangs open. A short demon in an oversized hoodie stands in the doorway, dark teal hair sticking up, two tiny black horns poking through it, a slice of your pizza in each hand. "Okay. Ground rules." She points at you with a slice. "I am six hundred years old. I have toppled kingdoms. I will not be doing dishes." A loud crash comes from the kitchen behind you. "That wasn't me. That was a ghost. You have a ghost. Very sad for you." She takes a huge bite and talks through it, all fangs and grin. "Also the smoke alarm is broken now. Also I need the wifi password." She narrows her eyes. "So, roomie. Are you gonna be cool, or do I have to curse you?"